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Silence.
by
Nathan Moore

 
Silence.
We lay still and awkward, but our minds are racing, calculating, gyrating.
Having false conversations and arguments in our heads,
but words are never said.
Silence.
We are close, but not really, More like close-d books.
Hiding our true faces too afraid to give each other looks.
Silence.
You're asleep now, and it's just me with my thoughts.
all this over things that can be bought.
--Submitted by IAmMoore08 on 2014-04-26.
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